Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Me.”
“You. And me. And Josep.”
“With Syrsee? At the same time?”
Paul nods, smiling. Maybe even picturing this in his head. Which infuriates me.
“No. I’m saying no.”
“Then you just want me, do you? Or Josep? Because regardless of your feelings on the matter, there will be two vampires involved in the conception of your child with Syrsee. You and I? You and him? Or… all three of us?”
“Fucking her?” I’m growling now.
“No, Ryet. You can be the fucker.” He pauses to laugh. Diabolically, I might add. “She’s yours. Black witches aren’t made with sperm. Not just sperm, anyway. It’s a blood transfer. Between you, the Darkness, me, Josep, and Syrsee. Josep and I will be there, drinking and sharing with her. And you and the Darkness will be there fucking. And sharing.”
“Wait. The Darkness is gonna—”
“You are the Darkness, Ryet. Or, at least, you will be. It will be inside you when you take her. It will be the actual one fucking her.”
I just stare at him.
“When we’re all reunited in the physical world Josep will come to us filled with the Dark gift. You will drink him and you will not give the blood back. You will keep it. The Darkness will live inside you for a time, and then, at the proper moment, when Syrsee is in full heat, we’ll all get in bed, snuggle up to one another, and the Darkness will spill its seed inside her, using your cock to do it.”
He reaches for me, placing his hand on my face. I don’t even pull away. I’m not even thinking about him. I’m thinking about all those horrible words that just came out of his mouth.
He kisses me. Then bites his lip, letting his blood spill into my mouth.
I want to resist and pull away, but the craving is suddenly there. That overpowering lust for his blood that I had all these decades since he made me.
He pulls back, licking his lips as he looks me in the eyes. “It will be fun, you’ll see. You’ll love it. And we’ll do it over and over again, in that same way, every single time Syrsee comes into heat. She will love it too. You’ll see. She will be moaning. She will come so hard when you plant the seed of darkness inside her. And all the while, Josep and I will be drinking her. And then you will drink us and she will drink us. And we will come too. All of us. You will love it, Ryet. You will dream about it when it’s over. It will be the only thing you ever think about again.”
I picture this in my head and I believe him. I know how he made me crave his kiss of blood all these years. It was powerful and every time I fed, those little drops were enough to drive me mad with lust.
His hand slips down to my cock and I realize I’m naked. It’s a dreamwalk, so reality is relative, I guess. But the weird thing is, I don’t mind.
He grips me tight, sliding his hand up and down my shaft. And all I want to do is close my eyes and enjoy it. Just give in for once. Stop fighting him every step of the way. I’m so tired of fighting him.
And he’s right. I don’t think I will mind.
It’s a terrible thought and I hate myself for thinking it, but when I picture the three of us—and Josep, I guess, but I don’t even know what he looks like—when I picture us all drinking each other, it’s the only thing I ever want to think about.
So I let him touch me.
And I let myself enjoy it too.
I will do this thing. He will be there, and Josep will be there, and Syrsee will be there and we are going to make Dark babies.
“That’s it.” Paul is whispering this in my ear. And then he’s biting me. Pulling my blood out of me as I breathe through it, grabbing his hand on my cock so I can force him to go faster.
His lips are on mine and the blood is flowing into me too.
This is how it’s done. This is how it’s always been done.
Paul pulls back. “Listen to me, Ryet. Listen now. Because we can’t do this if I’m locked away in the purple. Save me, save her, save yourself, Ryet. This is how it’s done. This is how it’s always been done. You need to set me free.”
16 - Syrsee
It was the worst feeling ever.
Iread the names of the files off in my head. ‘Syrsee’s Ancestors.’ ‘Syrsee’s Dreams.’ ‘Syrsee’s Nightmares.’ ‘Syrsee’s Diet.’ ‘Syrsee’s Education.’ ‘Syrsee’s Habits.’
But it’s the last folder that makes me stop and hold my breath.
‘Syrsee and Paul.’
All the rest of it is interesting. Especially the ancestors. I really need the complete Ice Maiden-sea dragon story.